[Haru moves a pawn, and Akechi reaches to move one of his knights to free it from the back row, setting up to prevent her from threatening his single pawn. His hand hovers over the piece as she speaks, and there's the faintest ripple of emotion across his face -- amusement, perhaps, tempered with caution.]

Tactfully put. [He does move his knight then, the clack of the stone on the wooden board one of finality as he draws his hand back and meets her eyes across the table.] We live together, yes. I won't insult your intelligence by trying to deny the obvious about the nature of our relationship.